title: Just Out Of My Reach
pairings: Tyson/Kai
disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I own a beyblade, albeit a crappy one, but I don't own the show or game. If I did, Kai and Tyson woulda fallen in lurv a long time ago and Tala would get a girl and Enrique and Oliver would deny their feelings for each other. So there.
author notes: Alrighty… when I wrote this, it was supposed to be a one-shot thing. But then I almost every review I got (yeah, I know there's only four… and it's only three out of four) said to continue on… so, here's another chapter. And Kai might be a little OOC here… I dunno. ^^;;
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There's another thing I don't think I mentioned about Tyson. He can never stay down and I don't remember him giving up. And this time was no exception.
Tyson got to his feet, scrambling and fumbling, and I reached my hand back out to help him. He almost tripped (again) but I leaned forward and Max grabbed my foot so I wouldn't fall. The other boy's hand fell into mine in an almost rehearsed way and I tried to pull him in. It didn't work, so I reached out with my other hand and Max held onto my other foot. Tyson reached forward and…
Yes!
He caught both my hands. He jumped. I pulled. And in doing so, Tyson made it into the cart.
Of course, he landed awkwardly on me and Max was pushed back into Ray by the force of me falling back and Kenny and Hilary were just happy that no one had gotten left behind and blown up.
Wow. Breathe.
Okay, so now we're just barreling into the darkness and all of the sudden, Max seems to be a little jitterier.
"Chief, is it just me… or are we picking up speed?"
Oh, this was bad. Max was right. We were picking up speed. And Tyson was still sprawled gracelessly on top me. Oh, and I'd like to thank God I was watching Kenny for his reaction and didn't notice, because otherwise… anyway.
"No, Max, it's not just you!" our little laptop-boy responded. "We're accelerating!"
And then I felt a really strange clingy thing around my ribs, and my attention changed directions. I was looking at Tyson, who for once, seemed utterly scared and was clinging to me for dear life. If we weren't hurdling towards impending doom, I probably would've coo'ed and comforted him and been really uncharacteristic and such.
But then there was a light, and I was almost certain that I was dead. But it became clearer. We were going downhill, towards a light, and oh geez…
The tracks ended at just the right angle to send us flying.
"We're going to have to jump!" Ray cried, sounding absolutely panicked.
Thank you, Sherlock.
And Tyson was still clinging to me.
So just as the cart sprung off the end of the tracks, the bunch of them jumped out the edges. Of course, I now had twice my weight (healthy appetite, that was Tyson) and jumped a little more… unceremoniously. Tyson panicked and let go of me and fell in a position that would inevitably cause him pain. I landed on my feet, though. Cat like grace.
And then there was the crash of the cart sailing into the ground, which was followed by a loud 'ow!'.
And my head turned in a flash, because it was a very distinct Tyson 'ow'.
He was sitting on the ground, leaning against a boulder, one knee pulled up to his chest, fingers curled around his ankle, and eyes squeezed tight.
"Tyson?" I asked, stepping toward him.
Boom.
Then everyone else noticed and was there in a flash, trying to find out what was wrong.
"Tyson, what's wrong?"
"Why are you holding your ankle?"
"Did you get hurt?"
"Are you okay?"
"Tyson, talk to us!"
"For pity's sake, give him some breathing room!" I ordered snappishly and everyone but Kenny backed off. I didn't mind Kenny, though, since he was looking at Tyson's now puffy ankle.
"I think you sprained it," he told him. Oh, way to go, that's uplifting, chief.
"Owww," he moaned softly, flinching every time Kenny would touch it to check and try to make sure he wasn't wrong. He finally stood up and started saying something about going to the lighthouse, because they probably had a radio.
I was only half listening, since I was kneeling by Tyson.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly, reaching out. He closed his eyes, preparing to have his ankle poked again. But instead, I took one of his hands, holding it loosely. His eyes snapped open and for an instant I regretted my actions, but then he blushed (just slightly) and smiled a little.
"You heard Chief, it's probably sprained," he said in that normally annoying matter-of-fact way. Right then, I was more than glad to here him talk.
"Listen, I'm gonna go with Hilary and Chief to try to get the radio--" Yes, I had been half-listening, and that was enough. "—you gotta try to not get hurt more, alright?"
No response.
"Answer me, Tyson."
"Yeah, okay," he mumbled.
"Alright, good…" And I started to stand, but he clutched my hand and drew me back to him.
"Hey Kai," he began. I didn't even get to answer before he continued. "Thanks for pulling me back into the cart."
And he leaned forward and pressed a chaste little kiss to my forehead, then let go of my hand.
Blinking and lightheaded, I walked over to Hilary and Kenny to go to this lighthouse.